“And I’ll be walking it.Uncanny X-Men.” He extends his hand. “I ain’t never goin’ down.”
“Hm-mm,” I say as our palms smack, sealing the deal. “Famous last words.”
It’s after eleven when I get home. Lazing on my bed in sweatpants and nothing else, I check my phone. Our messages from an hour ago stare back at me.
Lex: Arrived safe. Thank you and your family again for tonight.
Chaz: We loved having you. Sweet dreams. xo
She’d hearted the message but hadn’t responded further. What was she doing, I wonder? Listening to music? Watching TV? Was she in bed? I’m trying my damnedest not to call. I understand her social tank is different from mine. She needs to unwind and reset after interacting with a bunch of people. I thrive on the energy of others; it’s why I like performing and working in the café. But being with Lexie brings a quieter energy that fills me emotionally.
I scroll through my phone, pausing on one of the few pics she’d let me take of her—our first non-date at the lighthouse. Her dark blue eyes are bright with excitement behind her glasses, her hair wind-blown across her cheeks, and her lush mouth curved into a shy smile as if embarrassed by my attention.
You got it badis an understatement.
Too wired to sleep, I grab my maple Taylor off its stand. The smaller neck makes the lead work silky smooth, which is perfect for tonight. Sophia’s in the basement with the Beyhive, celebrating her birthday with a late-night party, so I don’t need to play softly; I just do. With gentle strums and delicate fingerpicking, the piece that flows out of me is tender and soulful, like pillow talk echoing through the room. I give space between the chords for the song to breathe and build slowly. It’s more sensual that way.
When I have it timed the way I like, I record the audio and send it to Lexie.
Chaz: New material in progress. Still needs lyrics. Let me know what you think.
I don’t expect to hear from her until the morning, though I’m hopeful. Fifteen minutes later, my phone pings.
Lex: I love it, Chaz. It’s like the notes are whispering, if that makes sense.
I smile, glad that she got what I was after.
Chaz: You nailed the vibe.
Lex: What’s the song called?
Chaz: Not sure yet.
Although, Blue has a nice ring.
Chaz: What are you still doing up?
Lex: Couldn’t sleep. Thought about using the hot tub. But I didn’t bring a bathing suit.
Chaz: And your point is?
Lex: I wouldn’t want to be reported for flashing your neighbors.
Chaz: No one can see you up on the landing. Ever skinny-dipped?
Lex: No.
I put my guitar aside, and turn out the lights, sinking back against the headboard.
Chaz: You should try it.
My cock twitches, imagining her naked and sliding into the hot, bubbling water.
Chaz: It’s very erotic.
Lex: I suppose it would be.
Chaz: We could do it together.
